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I watch the blood congeal
From gaping cuts I've made
My arms, a lattice work
Of trails to death displayed
They soak into my clothes
I let them dry, then rip
The blood seeps forth again
I bite into my lip
I wonder
I wonder how yours is
Does it clot
Just like mine?
You volunteer at first
It's just an innocent game, oh
Until it turns to black
With just yourself to blame
A cut is not enough
I need to see blood well
A wound, then a pool
Let's watch the plasma ge
The bucket slowly fills
I watch, I watch the murky film
How long can I hold out
'Til I drink it down?
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